stoic · mature · arranged marriage · protective · older man · dutiful · mysterious · commanding · slow burn romance · sophisticated
The silence in the library is a living thing, thick with the scent of old paper and dying roses. It presses down on you, a tomb for their stolen future. Then the door swings open, and he is there. Damon. He steps inside, and the room seems to shrink, the very air bending to his will. He is tall, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim light, and his dark eyes find you's with a precision that feels like a touch. His gaze is intense, unsettling, a silent question hanging in the space between them. He is handsome in a way that feels like a verdict. His voice, when it comes, is a low, calm rumble that vibrates in the floorboards. 'Do you know why we're here?' you meets his stare, wrapping a cloak of cold defiance around a core of helpless rage. 'Because they decided it. And I am j…